After seeing Patti Smith in Philadelphia

Patti at the Troc 12/16 Winter warm air, rain that should be snow wanders along Arch Street gathering light and laying it across the pavement/ Slow breathing, vibrating air filling the cavern space. Gathering moving swirling, the air wraps a slow dance around a heartbeat. Many hearts one heartbeat. Gathering darkness, look inside. Stillness erupts into life. Spirits called, spirits answer and gather themselves inside us, dancing to the heartbeat, slow enough to wander lonesome. Lonesome cry, the blessed dust rising from ancient radios. One foot forward, balanced on the bridge, this bridge we cross tonight. Strong enough? Invisible bridge, crossing spirits, gathering passion, sonic harvest, the fields are heavy as wind brings release. Running walking calling spirits, we shall live again! Holy ghost sweating, breathing hard call on those holy fighting ghosts revolutionary dreamers dancing barefoot to the slow rising wave one wave a million waves rise and fall night and day and lovers gripped by slow burning, consuming lust, hot fire, sonic lust, the sound of life the hot pulse of night passion quick torrent split second passion burn Catch me now! Take me now! Look fast! A million brilliant stars calling home the storm holding the hurricane in your arms air surrounding air inside us breathing hard pulsing moving us together fountains rising lightning storms from the desert flash the city walking in the footsteps of revolution Hallelujah! The gospel ship sets sail and we whirl and dance in our power amazed at the visions amazed at the power we create and share and then, breathe again into the night the warm December air, a million streetlights like stars

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